This is a song about "In your mamas house"

About the niggas who fucked you everyday inside your house

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Champagne is on the house, cocaine is in your mouth, your neck is knotted

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Im there halfway, tripping in the half house

Than other people do in their entire house

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

My momma in tears as i moved to my grandmothers house,

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Yo those dealers near your house don't supply no heat,

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Put your raggedy house up nigga or shut your mouth up

I'll be chillin in the rap house with you out lookin in.

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win